A man walked into a bank one day


And he had inside his coat


A device which could end your life


But in this instance it won't





And he walked in, through the front door


His heart was cool, calm, and collected


The words he'd practiced, a thousand times before


They would echo on and on





His heart went


Bum bum bum bum '





He said high, high


Put your hands up to the sky


This is a heist, a hold up


But it's different now this time, because


I don't want your money


I just want your time





And the people in the town


Laid their hands and purses on the ground


As their hearts picked up


And they went


Bum bum bum bum


And he said no no no no


You've got me all wrong


I mean you no harm


But their hearts went


Bum, bum, bum, bum . . .





Just listen to my story


Can you help me find my mind'


I had it once and now it's gone


It's left me far behind


I'd like it back, I'd like it back I'd like it back again


By the way, he said


My name's Tim





He said high, high


Put your hands up to the sky


This is a heist, a hold up


But it's different now this time, because I


Don't want your money


I just want your time





And the sirens sounded loud


The police they circled round


But inside that bank they found


Buddies and friends and happiness, cakes


Laughing and hugging and the shaking of hands





It's fine it's fine


This man here is fine


It was a heist, a hold up


But it's different now this time, because


He doesn't want any money


He just wants our time